GeernHills

There is like this weird end of day light on the coasts which is all weird. Pretty much it's all over every coast. Stuff gets all fuzzy and strange. Like what happens when you leave salsa in the fridge for an few extra weeks. All kinds of green hills of life start growing everywhere. Makes for an especially interesting and tasty surprise to the unwary nocturnal forager. Daylight however brings it's own special beauty. The kind of furry off-color weirdness that only Rodney Dangerfields mother could love. That is what I am talking about. It puts the CA in Kali. Maybe that's offensive to somebody. Not Kali though, that's standard fare. Furry salsa is not.